inside, who must be wondering why I’m here alone, but I always eat alone. I am not one of those people who need someone to go with them everywhere. I go shopping alone, eat out alone, and I have even been to the movies alone a few times when Noah wasn’t able to come. I never really have minded being alone . . . until now, if I’m honest with myself. I miss Hardin more than I should, and it troubles me that he hasn’t even bothered to text me.
I order, and while I’m waiting on my food, the waitress brings me over a pink drink with a yellow umbrella sticking out of the top.
“Oh, I didn’t order this,” I tell her but she sits it down in front of me anyway.
“He did.” She smiles and tilts her head toward the bar area. I immediately hope that it’s Hardin somehow and crane my neck to look. But it’s not. Zed gives me a small wave and a dazzling smile from across the room. Nate walks up and takes the empty bar stool next to him and shoots me a smile as well.
“Oh. Thanks,” I tell her. It seems that every place around this campus allows underage drinking, or maybe these guys only go to the places that do. She assures me that my food will be ready any minute and wanders off.
A few moments later, Zed and Nate come over, pull the chairs out from my table, and take a seat. I hope Zed isn’t angry with me for what happened on Friday.
“You’re the last person that I expected to see in here, especially on a Sunday,” Nate says.
“Yeah, it was an accident. I was going for Chinese but it was closed,” I tell them.
“Have you seen Hardin?” Zed asks with a smile before looking at Nate, who shares a mysterious look with him before turning back to me.
“No, not for a while. You?” I ask them. My nerves are clear in my voice.
“No, not for a few hours but he should be here soon,” Nate answers.
“Here?” I squeak. My food arrives, but I’m no longer hungry. What if Molly is with him? I won’t be able to take it, not after the weekend we just had together.
“Yeah, we come here a lot. I can call him and see when he’ll be here?” Zed suggests but I shake my head.
“No, it’s fine. I’m going to go, actually.” I look around for my waitress to ask for my check.
“You didn’t like the drink?” Zed asks.
“No, well, I didn’t try it. Thanks for getting it for me, but I should go.”
“Are you guys fighting again?” he asks.
Nate begins to say something but Zed shoots him a glare from across the table. What is going on? He takes a sip of his beer and looks at Nate again.
“He said what?” I ask.
“Nothing, he just said you guys were on better terms now.” Zed answers for him. The small bar feels even smaller now, and I am desperate to leave.
“Oh, there they are!” Nate says.
My eyes dart to the door to see Hardin, Logan, Tristan, Steph, and Molly—I knew it. I know they are friends, and I don’t want to come off as controlling or crazy, but I can’t stand Hardin being around that girl.
When Hardin’s eyes meet mine he looks surprised and almost afraid. Not this again. The waitress walks by while they make their way to our table.
“Could I just get my food to go, and get the check, please?” I ask her. She looks surprised, and then looks around at everybody who just showed up and nods, then goes back to the kitchen.
“Why are you going?” Steph asks. The five of them sit at the table next to us. I refuse to allow myself to look over at Hardin. I hate the way he is so different around his friends—why can’t he just be the same Hardin that I had all weekend?
“I . . . well, I have to study,” I lie.
She smiles hopefully. “You should stay—you study too much!”
Any hope that Hardin would scoop me into his arms and tell me he has missed me is gone. The waitress shows up with my food, and I hand her a twenty, then stand up to leave.
“Well, you guys have a good night,” I tell them. I look at Hardin and then back at the floor.
“Wait,” Hardin says. I turn around and look at him. Please don’t let him make a rude